UMBRA

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Name: Umbra
Gender: Mare
Breed: Andalusian x Quarter Horse x Morgan x Irish Draught x Paint
Genetics: EE/aa/Dd/ZZ/nSpl
Age: Five
Arrived in Tathra: Summer, Year One
Coat Color: Silver Grullo (or: silver black dun) Minimal Splash
Height: Sixteen Hands, three inches
Eye Color: Left eye is ice blue; right eye has sectoral heterochromia, half of the iris is blue and half is bright amber

Personality: Elusive | Militant | Curt | Impatient | Impulsive | Brutally Realistic | Tactful | Adaptable | Quick-Witted | Machiavellian | Confident | Enterprising | Determined | Strong of Will

Sample Post:
The Earth hums beneath my hooves, all the world buzzing with potential energy that strains against the bit, eager to flow free. The silver dawn arrives slowly, everything still like a breath held on the cusp of exhale. This is my favorite time; a time when the world is passive, contemplating the oncoming day. I am free to carry myself in the shadows, joined only by the nocturnal as they drink up the last hour of darkness. That’s where I find myself now, cloaked in the shade of an early morning forest. There’s little noise aside from the rustle of birds stirring in the trees and the buzz of insects getting an early start to their song. The last weeks of winter are slowly fading away yet without the burn of the sun I find a sharp chill still biting at my flesh. I admire winter for its ability to rid the earth of its illusions, stripping all the foliage down to its bare bones; despite the harsh cold, I’ll be sad to see the season go.

A thin layer of snow still clings to the ground with fierce determination though it melts without much of a fight beneath the heat of my hooves. A tell-tale trail of hoofprints betrays my location but I am unworried for here in this new world I am but another nameless, foreign face saved by my own anonymity. There’s a kind of relief that comes with starting from the bottom and being unknown. A small part of me rises, hot with the temptation to stay in that soft gray of unfamiliarity, but I strike it down with ferocity. I am not some pallid pushover, easily sated with a commoner’s lifestyle. I will not remain nameless in the face of some new, unknown land. I will rewrite myself, craft myself, and I will make myself known. Umbra, the shadow.

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From a rating of one to ten [ten being the best], what would you rate MUSTANG?: 9/10
What do you suggest we do next/improve?: I’m not sure yet, I haven’t wandered around too much
Where did you find us?: hopping along the affiliates and advertisements on other sites!
What would you like to be called?: lark

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